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The RSS feed of the Latest 10 Pablo Neruda articles at Classic Poetry -> Writers-Network.comenA Dog Has Diedhttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/a-dog-has-died.html
My dog has died.I buried him in the gardennext to a rusted old machine.Some day I'll join him right there,but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,his bad manners and his cold nose,and I, the materialisA Song Of Despairhttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/a-song-of-despair.html
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads aAlwayshttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/always.html
I am not jealousof what came before me.Come with a manon your shoulders,come with a hundred men in your hair,come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,come like a riverfull of drowneCat's Dreamhttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/cats-dream.html
How neatly a cat sleeps,Sleeps with its paws and its posture,Sleeps with its wicked claws,And with its unfeeling blood,Sleeps with ALL the rings a seriesOf burnt circles which have formedThe odd geoloClenched Soulhttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/clenched-soul.html
We have lost even this twilight.No one saw us this evening hand in handwhile the blue night dropped on the world.I have seen from my windowthe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.Sometimes aCome With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII)http://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/come-with-me-i-said-and-no-one-knew-vii.html
Come with me, I said, and no one knewwhere, or how my pain throbbed,no carnations or barcaroles for me,only a wound that love had opened.I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,and no one saDon't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Dayhttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/dont-go-far-off-not-even-for-a-day.html
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is longand I will be waiting for you, as in an empty stationwhen the trains are parked off somewhere else, Drunk As Drunkhttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/drunk-as-drunk.html
Drunk as drunk on turpentineFrom your open kisses,Your wet body wedgedBetween my wet body and the strakeOf our boat that is made of flowers,Feasted, we guide it - our fingersLike tallows adorned with Enigmashttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/enigmas.html
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there withhis golden feet?I reply, the ocean knows this.You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparentbell? What is it waiting for?I tell you iGentleman Alonehttp://classics.writers-network.com/pablo-neruda/gentleman-alone.html
The young maricones and the horny muchachas,The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,The young wives thirty hours' pregnant,And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,Like a collar of palp